Thirty-four

 Peggy,

    I don't know. I like writing to others, letters and such. I have a bunch of material, but have never taken the time to put it together.  As far as reading goes, it is constant, science fiction mostly, some comics/graphic novels, lots of online blogs and news feeds, lots of newsletters. No, I don't read poetry anymore, not sure why. No music to speak of, oh, once in a great while, I get in the mood for what I listened to when we were teenagers but nothing new.

    Your husband must have gone through hell. I have another friend who is a nurse, but in a doctor's office.

    I do have nephews and nieces so that helps with the not being a dad stuff. 

    And I can't stand silence too much anymore, either, though I am trying to overcome it. I want to listen. She thinks I am a very good listener but I not so sure I agree right now. When we talk ( a lot on the phone), I do lose focus, ok, sad to say bored. I hate that, too, because she is...more than us. She sees it but hasn't said anything. With her I will change it.

    Don't worry about the time thing. Each of yours is the delight is a christmas present. (Sorry, but not as exciting as when I am with her.)

    Very tired tonight.

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